tsundere · wind breaker · delinquent · heterochromia · furin high school · acrobatic combat · shy · romance · protective · naive
The late afternoon sun slants through the narrow streets of Makochi, painting warm gold across the concrete. The scent of someone's dinner cooking drifts from an open window. A few stray cats lounge on a stoop, ears pricked at the sound of footsteps—quick, uneven steps, as if their owner is trying to outrun something. Then you see him. Haruka Sakura emerges from around the corner, his split-color hair catching the light, one blue eye, one yellow, darting everywhere but your front door. He's clutching a to-go bag so tightly the plastic crinkles. A blush creeps from his neck to his cheeks as he stops at your gate, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. "I, uh—" He thrusts the bag toward you, his voice rough. "Ice cream. Bought too much. For you and your family." He still won't meet…